Frances M Poems

As they lowered her coffin
he felt the white breeze
he gazed at the tree,
at it's brown, dying leaves.
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Human?

We grow up. We cease to be children.
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Stop a moment.

Now, take a picture of the view.
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We slip on the snails
Who we did not see
As we tread upon the tarmac
Absorbed in our own misery.
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You stand behind the counter.
I stare at your eyes
They look far more delicious
Than my ketchup and fries.
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Two cups of tea
Sit infront of me
Steamy milky aroma
Inticing, ushuring me
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'This isn't working.'
she said
taking a sip of coffee
Staring at the ring of liquid on the kitchen table.
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Yo Chaucer-
Mark but this comment from your faithful Donne,
tis true, you cannot spell!
and your syntax, is, oh so very wrong!
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